travel

So this is my first post, and seeing as I'm away from home I thought I'd write a bit on travel, and in particular my travels...
I left my home in Port Macquarie on the 13th july, not really keen to go...
When my plane arrived in Sydney from Port I was dreading the 3 hour airport wait that laid ahead...
By the time I got on the plane for Hobart, I'd been sitting in the airport for near 7 hours....
I arrived safe and sound, to the greeting of my Dad...
Within a week of being down here, I've found myself dreading going home..
Time with friends is so important, and equally important is time with Dad, but would it be this way if I lived here?
Is it the novelty of traveling, seeing old friends occasionally, and making the most of the time spent that makes everything feel so bliss?
Or would people always be this way with you?
Either way this trip has ignited a few lost feelings...
Love: for the place I grew up, people that I'd almost forgotten about, the amazing bliss that comes from surfing the solitudal waves, and the incredible culture in colder climates.
Passion: seeing a place so culturally rich, so blan in so many areas makes me want to make a difference down here.
The Good Old Travel Bug: fairly self explaintory, who doesnt want to vist new places?
A State Of Wonderment: what would be if I never moved? would I be with childhood sweethearts? if I moved back what would happen to the friendships that are maintained the way they are? would the people you want to love, love you back?

Anyway, kinda deep for first post but, read this while listening to The Waifs-London Still.
More posts with pictures on the way, and most likely not so deep.
G x